m trouble just at present。
With these thoughts in her mind； Mrs。 Fane…Smith found herself on her way to Lady Caroline's； but her developing breadth of view was destined to receive a severe shock。 They were the last guests to arrive； and at the very moment of their entrance Lady Caroline was talking in her most vivacious way to Mr。 Cuthbert； a young clergyman； the vicar of one of the Greyshot churches。
〃I am going to give you a treat； Mr。 Cuthbert；〃 she said laughingly。 〃I know you are artistic； and so I intend you to take down that charming niece of Mrs。 Fane…Smith's。 I assure you she is like a Burne…Jones angel！〃
Mr。 Cuthbert smiled a quietly superior smile； and coolly surveyed Erica as she came in。 Dinner was announced almost immediately； and it was not until Mrs。 Fane…Smith had been taken down that Lady Caroline brought Mr。 Cuthbert to Erica's side to introduce him。〃Why； your aunt has never told me your name；〃 she said； smiling。
〃My name is Erica Raeburn；〃 said Erica； quite unconscious that this was a revelation to every one； and that her aunt had purposely spoken of her everywhere as 〃my niece。〃
Lady Caroline gave a scarcely perceptible start of surprise； and there was a curious touch of doubt and constraint in her voice as she pronounced the 〃Mr。 Cuthbert Miss Raeburn。〃 Undoubtedly that name sounded rather strangely in her drawing room； and awoke uncomfortable suggestions。。
〃Raeburn！ Erica Raeburn！〃 thought Mr。 Cuthbert to himself。 〃Uncommon name in England。 Connection； I wonder！ Aunt hadn't given her name！ That looks odd。 I'll see if she has a Scotch accent。〃
〃Are you staying in Greyshot？〃 he asked as they went down the broad staircase； with its double border of flowering plants。
〃Yes；〃 said Erica； 〃I came last week。 What lovely country it is about here！〃
〃Country；〃 with its thrilled 〃r；〃 betrayed her nationality； though her accent was of the slightest。 Mr。 Cuthbert chuckled to himself； for he thought he had caught Mrs。 Fane…Smith tripping； and he was a man who derived an immense amount of pleasure from making other people uncomfortable。 As a child； he had been a tease； as a big boy； he had been a bully； as a man； he had become a malicious gossip monger。 Tonight he thought he saw a chance of good sport； and directly he had said grace； in the momentary pause which usually follows； he turned to Erica with an abrupt； though outwardly courteous question； carried off with a little laugh。
〃I hope you are no relation to that despicable infidel who bears your name； Miss Raeburn？〃
Erica's color deepened； she almost annihilated him with a flash from her bright indignant eyes。
〃I am Luke Raeburn's daughter；〃 she said； in her clearest voice； and with a dignity which； for the time； spoiled Mr。 Cuthbert's enjoyment。
Many people had heard the vicar's question during the pause； and not a few listened curiously for the answer which； though quietly spoken； reached many ears； for nothing gives so much penetrating power to words as concentrated will and keen indignation。 Before long every one in the room knew that Mrs。 Fane…Smith's pretty niece was actually the daughter of 〃that evil and notorious Raeburn。〃
Mr。 Cuthbert had certainly got his malicious wish； he had succeeded in making Mrs。 Fane…Smith miserable； in making his hostess furious； in putting his little neighbor into the most uncomfortable of positions。 Of course he was not going to demean himself by talking to 〃that atheist's daughter。〃 He enjoyed the general discomfiture to his heart's content； and then devoted himself to the lady on his other side。
As for Erica her blood was up。 Forced to sit still； forced even to eat at a table where she was an unwelcome guest； her anger got the mastery of her for the time。 She was indignant at the insult to her father； indignant； too； that her aunt had ever allowed her to get into such a false position。 The very constraint she was forced to put upon herself made her wrath all the deeper。 She was no angel yet； though Mr。 Burne…Jones might have taken her for a model。 She was a quick…tempered little piece of humanity； her passions burned with Highland intensity； her sense of indignation was strong and keen； and the atmosphere of her home； the hard struggle against intolerable bigotry and malicious persecution had from her very babyhood tended to increase this。 She had inherited all her father's passion for justice and much of his excessive pride； while her delicate physical frame made her far more sensitive。 Moreover； though since that June morning in the museum she had gained a peace and happiness of which in the old days she had never dreamed； yet the entire change had in many ways increased the difficulties of her life。 Such a wrench； such an upheaval as it had involved； could not but tell upon her immensely。 And； besides； she had in every way for the last three months been living at high pressure。
The grief； the disapproval； the contemptuous pity of her secularist friends had taxed her strength to the utmost； but she had stood firm； and had indeed been living on the heights。
Now the months of Charles Osmond's careful preparation were over； her baptism was over； and a little weary and overdone with all that she had lived through that summer； she had come down to Greyshot expecting rest； and behold； fresh vexations had awaited her！
A nice Christian world！ A nice type of a clergyman！ she thought to herself； as bitterly as in the old days； and with a touch of sorrow added。 The old lines from 〃Hiawatha；〃 which had been so often on her lips； now rang in her head：
〃For his heart was hot within him； Like a living coal his heart was。〃
She longed to get up and go； but that would have put her aunt in a yet more painful position； and might have annoyed Lady Caroline even more than her presence。 She would have given anything to have fainted after the convenient fashion of the heroines of romance； but never had she felt so completely strung up； so conscious of intense vitality。 There was nothing for it but endurance。 And for two mortal hours she had to sit and endure！ Mr。 Cuthbert never spoke to her； her neighbor on the other side glanced at her furtively from time to time； but preserved a stony silence； there was an uncomfortable cloud on her hostess's brow； while her aunt； whom she could see at some distance on the other side of the table； looked very white and wretched。
It is wonderful how rude people can be； even in good society； and the looks of 〃blank amaze；〃 〃cold surprise；〃 and 〃cool curiosity〃 which Erica received would hardly be credited。 A greater purgatory to a sensitive girl； whose pride was by no means conquered； can hardly be conceived。
She choked down a little food； unable to reject everything； but her throat almost refused to swallow it。 The glare of the lights； the oppressive atmosphere； the babel of tongues seemed to beat upon her brain； and a sick longing for home almost overmastered her。 Oh； to get away from these so…called Christians； with their cruel judgments； their luxuries； their gayeties these hard； rich bigots； who yet belonged to the body she had just joined； with who； in the eyes of her old friends； she should be identified！ Oh； for the dear old book…lined study at home！ For one moment with her father！ One word from a being who loved and trusted her！ Tears started to her eyes； but the recollection that even home was no longer a place of refuge checked them。 There would be Aunt Jean's wearing remonstrances and sarcastic remarks； there would be Mr。 Masterman's patronizing contempt； and Tom's studious avoidance of the matters she had most at heart。 Was it worse to be treated as a well…meaning idiot； or as an outcast and semi…heretic？ Never till now had she so thoroughly realized her isolation； and she felt so bruised and buffeted and weary that the realization at that particular time was doubly trying。
Isolation is perhaps the greatest of all trials to a sensitive and warm…hearted nature； and nothing but the truest and deepest love for the whole race can possibly keep an isolated person from growing bitter。 Erica knew this； had known it ever since Brian had brought her the message from her mother； 〃It is only love that can keep from bitterness。〃 All through these years she had been struggling hard； and though there had been constant temptations； though the harshness of the bigoted； the insults offered to her father in the name of religion； the countless slights and slanders had tried her to the utmost； she had still struggled upward； and in spite of all had grown in love。 But now； for the first time； she found herself completely isolated。 The injustice； the hardness of it proved too much for her。 She forgot that those who would be peace…makers reconcilers； must be content to receive the treatment which the Prince of Peace received； she forgot that these rich； contemptuous people were her brothers and sisters； and that their hard judgment did not and could not alter their relationship； she forgot all in a burning indignation； in an angry revolt against the injustice of the world。
She would study these people； she would note all their little weaknesses and foibles。 Mr。 Bircham had given her carte blanche for these three w